“How did that happen?” I asked.
I wanted to see how closely Samantha’s story matched my own. She had ghosted me when we were younger, was it a complete switch? Samantha put on a complicated expression, staring at me suspiciously as if she thought I was teasing her.
“Why are you asking me? I don’t know what happened. We were best friends, and then you stopped talking to me shortly after I started dating Steven.”
I jerked at that word. I had been expecting her to say something like I started dating other people. It turned out, I was wrong. Steven was the name of her boyfriend back then. Well, at least he was the first of her boyfriends. I heard for a while she had a different boyfriend every month. Some people even spread rumors that she was a slut. Well, it made the fact she ghosted me a little less painful. However, it seems like what happened in the past still happened. We stopped being friends and she dated Steven. However, I ghosted her when she started dating another guy instead of her ghosting me. That appeared to be the key difference.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I responded.
“Well, it’s too late now,” she said irritably.
She blinked for a second, suddenly looking unsure. Then, she let out a sigh, shaking her head.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
I took a deep breath. I came here to test out whether this world was different. What was the worst that would happen? I’d get slapped? Things between Samantha and I couldn’t get any worse if I wanted it.
“Sam, the reason I stopped talking to you is that I had a crush on you.”
Sam suddenly shook, her mouth falling open as she took a step back. How would the old Sam have reacted if I said something like this? I really didn’t know. I had to push forward.
“Wh-what are you saying?” she responded defensively.
Is she playing dense now?
I took a step forward. “I want you. I don’t want any other man to have you.”
“N-noah… how can that… I mean…” She tried to work moisture in her mouth. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not serious, right?”
She was still trying to play difficult.
Think, Noah, Think! If I was in this situation, what could she say which would make me instantly react?
“I’m dead serious. If you pull down your pants right now, I will eat your pussy!” As I declared those words, I shut my eyes.
What the hell was I thinking? That was way too far. I was expecting to get slapped. However, when the pain didn’t come, I opened one eye, and then my mouth fell open.
Sam had discarded her pants and was now lying on the bed with her legs spread lewdly. She still had her underwear on, but with her thighs in her hands and her legs up, there was absolutely no misunderstanding at all.
Up until that exact moment, I still had my doubts. I thought it was just me or maybe things weren’t as bad as I thought. Only seeing Samantha eyeing me anxiously with her legs spread did the realization hit home. I was absolutely stunned.
“I can’t believe it,” I muttered.
Samantha heard me, and then her face turned red. “Y-y-you were joking! Oh, god!”
She closed her legs and grabbed her pants. She looked about ready to cry. I was still shocked, so it took me a moment to realize how upset she was. Seeing her all flustered like this, especially with her in her underwear, was really cute and sexy. Suddenly, I burst out laughing.
“J-just go…” she cried.
I shook my head as she tried to gesture me out the door. Instead, I grabbed her shoulders.
“I’m not going!” I said, and then I kissed her.
Her body froze for a second, but then she started to kiss me back. She was a very aggressive kisser, and her tongue explored my mouth as much as mine did to hers. Well, I had never kissed a girl before, so this was my first time. I had no clue if it was good or bad, but I really enjoyed the feeling. She was also fondling my body quite aggressively. Her hands actually fell down and grabbed my butt. I wanted to do the same to her, but I was afraid I’d lose my nut. When we finally broke the kiss apart, she was panting, and both of our lips were wet and puffy.
“Noah…” She looked at me with extremely erotic eyes.
“Who said those jeans could come back on?” I declared, grabbing them from her hands and tossing them aside.
I felt an extreme boost in confidence. Knowing she was into me and wanted sex as badly as I did, how could I hold back. I hadn’t lied when I said I had feelings for her. She was my cute childhood friend. How could I not have had a crush on her? It tore me up when she started dating other guys. Now that I could finally have her, there was no way I could stop.
I pushed Samantha down on the bed. She had a look of shock and surprise that made me keep wanting to shock her more. I pulled off her shirt while delivering a barrage of kisses on her neck and body. Of course, I wasn’t a skilled savant. Rather, I was still a virgin other than for that handjob earlier. In fact, she had done me a favor. If I hadn’t already cum a few times this morning, I’d have already creamed my pants. That was how excited I was.
I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, revealing her pussy to me. It was the first one I had ever seen up close in the flesh. You’d think with six sisters, I’d have gotten a peek every now and then, but you’d be incredibly wrong. They used to treat me like a scourge, and the walking in the bathroom as they were changing situation never occurred. If there was even the slightest hint I might have seen up a skirt, they would seriously poke my eyes out.
The first thing that surprised me about her pussy was how much heat it emanated. She must have been really horny, because it felt like a fireplace, emanated warmth against my cheeks even though I hadn’t even touched it. It smelled sweet, but with just a bit of sourness. My fingers reached out, and I couldn’t help but spread it open. She let out a little gasp.
The more I smelled her, the more I wanted to taste her. Something about the smell made my head feel light, and my dick engorge. Yet, I resisted for a few moments as I continued to explore down there. I was like a kid in a candy store, getting to see something new for the first time. My actions were accompanied by the sweet symphony of aroused noises. For a virgin like me, this was the most arousing experience in my life.
“Just… suck it!” she cried, grabbing my head and suddenly pushing it against her cunt.
It completely surprised me and broke me out of my inspection. I was reminded that this world really was different. I supposed that had the situation been reversed, and she was fiddling with my cock, I would have eventually also just jammed it down her throat. Except, where I would have gagged her, for me, all that happened was the tip of my nose got wet. With my lips tentatively in her snatch, I decided to send my tongue out on a probing mission.
Samantha gasped, and I found the taste inside her was even sweeter than her smell. I had already heard vagina’s tasting like strawberries, flowers, or some other kind of fruit. I didn’t experience anything like that. Rather, she tasted a bit like a sugar cube. Just a pure sweetness every time my taste buds ran across her skin.
Her hands were wrapped in my hair, and she was squeezing tight. Whenever I did something she liked, I could feel her hips rising slightly like she wanted to hump my face. Her hands tightened in my hair, and she tried to force my head down a little harder. Girls were supposed to be really hard to read during sex. I heard things like g spots were a mystery and women didn’t cum. However, the Samantha of this world was like an open book, every action clearly revealing how much she wanted this.
After spending a sufficient amount of time exploring her depths with my tongue, I decided to use my lips and add a little suction. In particular, I found the lump of flesh on the outside that I believed was her clitoris, and then I began to suck on it. While it was true I was a virgin, what virgin guy hadn’t read a blog or two about how to satisfy a woman?
“Ahh… Ahhh…” she moaned. “I’m going to cum.”
Girls never announced this! In fact, a girl cumming was a mysterious thing. That was what I had heard guys complaining about in the forums. Yet, she was announcing it fully.
Her hips started to move, and she pushed down on my head, grabbing my hair so hard it hurt a little. I increased the suction, and suddenly her whole body started spasming. She let out loud gasps of air, followed by deep moans. Her hips bucked several times like she was about to fly off the bed, and I had to hold her down with my arms while I finished her off. There was a sweet flood of liquid, in her vagina, although it wasn’t at a level where it squirted. However, by the time I was done, her pussy was sopping wet.
“Th-that was a-amazing…” She said as I finally pulled away.
I went to kiss her, and then she turned her head. “Ah… you were just down there… It would be like kissing my pussy. So gross.”
So, even this had changed. I wondered if this meant if she sucked my cock, she’d have no problem with kissing. There were plenty of guys in my world that wouldn’t kiss a girl after she sucked his cock. Yet, it seemed fairly universally expected that women should be glad a guy was willing to go down on them and should kiss him and taste herself. Since the situation was reversed, I was surprised to find that Samantha was one of those types. Personally, I’d kiss her if she sucked my dick. Refusing to do it really killed the mood way more than anything else. I frowned, and somehow when she saw that she suddenly shivered.
“I-I’ll do it!” she cried out. “I’m not some asshole like that.”
With just a look, she reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into her embrace. She had her eyes closed when she kissed me, but after hesitating for a few moments, she returned to the aggressive kissing from before. When she pulled away, panting, she hugged me.
“S-sorry… it’s not as bad as I was afraid of.” She admitted with a guilty expression.
“Ah… well, since you’re a virgin, it makes sense,” I responded.
Her face flared with anger unexpectedly. “I’m not a virgin! I mean, I’ve done it with a lot of guys!”
I suddenly snorted out a laugh, and she grew even angrier. She was just so cute when she acted like that. I mean, I didn’t believe her in the slightest, but just the idea of a girl trying to brag about how many guys she slept with and refuse to admit she was a virgin. It was so backward that I couldn’t help but laugh. Just as it looked like she was going to pull away from me, I whispered in her ear.
“I’m a virgin too.”
Her body suddenly shook. Any guy hearing a girl say that to him would probably react this way. So, in reverse, I was looking for the same effect.
“Are you doubting me?”
“N-no… it’s just… you seem so confident… for a boy I mean. I figured you must have…”
Of course, I was a normal boy, and a normal boy would be aggressive. However, if a girl acted as I did, the assumption would be she’d have experience.
“Should we have sex then?” I asked.
“Ah…” She let out a noise. “We’re really going to do this?”
“Is that a problem?”
“N-no… it’s just… I had dreamed of this for so long. The truth was, I always had a crush on you too. When I started dating other guys, I was trying to make you jealous. I was hoping you’d confess. When that didn’t happen, and you pulled away, my heart was broken. Now, it seems like a dream.”
My body was the one to shake this time. Her words had completely caught me off guard. If what she was saying was true, how did it apply to my old Samantha? Had she really dated those other guys hoping I’d notice her? Maybe she had wanted me to chase after her. Maybe, by giving up, I had destroyed our chances together.
Somehow, knowing this put a greater pressure on the act. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. Before, deep down, I felt like fucking this Samantha was a form of vengeance. She jaded me so I’d take her virginity. Now, my emotions were much more conflicted. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from suddenly crying. When did I get so emotional? Don’t tell me I was starting to act like the boy this world wanted me to be!